Lin Weiwei caught a glimpse of Wang Yan and hurriedly waved: "Come here quickly, it's about to start!"
Lu Yuanyuan reminded in a low voice: "Dance drama is different from individual dance. There is a plot. Please watch carefully."
Nawu showed off her arrogance: "This play is the prototype of a key play. Now Liuli is rehearsing it as a student version of the Chinese Opera. The instructor is Professor Sun Ying from our school. If the performance is good, Xiao Liuli will be fine." It’s like reaching the sky in one step…”
Na Wu's words were fast and urgent. Wang Yan couldn't understand or not. It took him a long time to figure out one thing - this drama is about the future.
Just as I was about to ask for more information, the lights in the backcourt also went out.
The dance drama started unexpectedly, and before Wang Yan could recover, the words began to sound in the darkness.
"In 33 BC, Huhanxie Chanyu visited Chang'an and asked to marry the princess, hoping to make peace."
"Yuan Emperor Yuan."
"The emperor couldn't bear to separate his flesh and blood, so he wanted to fill her with a palace maid, so he ordered a minister to recruit her."
"All the girls were afraid of the bitter cold in the north and avoided it for fear of not being able to catch it. The only girl took the crown with great emotion."
"This girl's name is Wang Qiang. She has light makeup and looks natural. Her eyes are full of autumn water, and her black hair is like a waterfall. She is unparalleled in beauty."
"Just because I offended the palace painter, I was treated hastily and was not allowed to see the emperor for three years."
"When she first set foot in the main hall of Weiyang, Emperor Yuan regretted it so much that he called Han Xie Shanyu to see her for the rest of his life."
"This woman's surname is Wang Qiang and her given name is Zhaojun."
The affectionate voice was still echoing in her ears, and the lights were getting brighter. Liu Li, dressed in red, knelt on the stage.
Her hair was tied high, her golden hair accessories were shining, her eyelids were slightly drooped, and her long eyelashes were like ink marks on her jade-white skin.
The light hit the side of her face, and a lingering sadness naturally showed through the corners of her eyes and lips.
And she was holding a piece of coarse cloth and sitting on her knees like a sculpture. Her body language was so numb, hollow, and stagnant, like a body that had lost its soul.
The soundtrack sounded, with chimes and dulcimer as the main instruments. The rhythm was slow and slow, which seemed extremely monotonous and depressing.
The palace maids came on stage, bent their waists greatly, and walked towards the center of the stage with one step and two steps.
They were like puppets, repeating the same steps over and over again, and the feeling of depression was overwhelming.
Wang Yan moved his butt subconsciously, feeling a little uncomfortable, and his expression became serious.
Fu Yushi, who was sitting next door, raised his head in surprise and muttered: "Yo? Do you have good artistic insight..."
Several girls looked sideways at Wang Yan, and when they saw the upright posture, they knew that Gouzi had at least understood the emotion conveyed in the first scene.
What is being performed on the stage may seem very simple, but in essence, it is a fusion of lighting, music, action design, body language and other elements to create a harmonious atmosphere, with the intention of "pulling" the audience into the plot. .
Dance drama is not only dance, but also drama, but it cannot be expressed directly with lines like drama, so it is more difficult to convey emotions.
Even if it is performed and conveyed correctly, there is still a reading threshold for the audience.
Cultural literacy, aesthetic taste, artistic insight, etc. will all affect reading. If you can't understand it, you will feel confused and silently complain in your heart: What is this
Wang Yan actually didn't understand the plot, but he was sensitive to the emotion, which was also due to his high IQ.
Lu Yuanyuan whispered: "This scene is called Yeting..."
The so-called Yeting means "side house in the palace" and is the place where the palace ladies live and work.
The clothes in the hands of Liu Li and the maids were being washed.
The depressing bass soundtrack and repetitive mechanical movements describe the palace life of the palace ladies, who walk on thin ice day after day.
That kind of boring repetition that never sees the light of day has devastated the maids to numbness.
As they moved forward, Liu Li, who was sitting alone in a corner, slowly opened his eyes, looked up at the sky, slowly straightened his body, and finally stood up.
The moment she stood up straight, her lips were slightly open, as if she was sighing but not sighing. A wave of sadness and sadness came through the air, hitting Wang Yan's heart directly.
She is complaining about her current life!
Wang Zhaojun is still not numb!
In just a moment, Wang Yan understood the complex emotions expressed by Liu Li and was excited by them.
This is not a dance, this is a stage performance!
Beautiful, thirty thousand!
Just as Wang Yan was admiring, Zhaojun bent down his straight body and walked slowly towards the center of the stage with the same heavy steps as the palace maids.
The time has not come yet, and there is no relief. Zhaojun can only suppress the flame of hope in his heart and continue to be a caged bird that is gradually withering.
Wang Yan sat down and watched, feeling the same and deeply involved in that situation.
After a few seconds, the soundtrack gradually became lighter as a woman in a white dress appeared.
Like a little bird, Zhaojun rushed towards the girl with brisk steps.
"Xiangxi, Zhaojun's dowry." Lu Yuanyuan explained softly.
Zhaojun and Xiangxi looked at each other warmly, and then walked out with small steps. Suddenly, a burst of carillon music came from outside the palace, and the maids immediately gathered around and listened.
Zhaojun fell at the end, moving nimbly through the crowd and squeezing his way to the front.
The steps were so brisk, tiptoeing, like stepping on lotus flowers, which made her personal image more vivid. Coupled with the longing smile on her face, it seemed that the beautiful fantasy of future life had once again arisen.
Absolutely amazing!
Wang Yan couldn't help but want to applaud.
In just a few seconds when the lights dimmed, Liu Li accurately conveyed the liveliness and beauty with her body language and unclear smile. Her expressiveness was so strong that it was beyond words!
When Pipa and Yaoqin came in, the lights gradually brightened, and the maids danced a laundry dance.
This was the first dance in the true sense. Wang Yan didn't know how to describe that feeling. He just locked his eyes firmly on Liu Li and felt infinite admiration for "beauty" in his heart.
At this moment, language is so pale that it is simply not enough to describe that wonderful eventuality.
Liu Li and Tingting are like a willow tree in the wind, dancing to the song, that kind of graceful, soft, elastic and restrained...
Until this moment, Wang Yan finally understood what "body rhyme" meant.
Rhyme, harmonious and pleasant sound.
Only by using words as rhyme can the beauty of poetry and songs be achieved, and the beauty lies in the sound.
With the rhyme of the body, you can have a graceful and graceful figure, and the beauty is in the eyes.
As the saying goes, "The sound of great music is as invisible as the sound of an elephant." Wang Yan didn't know what was so good about the beauty of the body and rhyme, but when he saw it, he was intoxicated and his heart was surging.
Until the end of the first act, when Liu Li and the palace maids left the stage together, and the stage changed into the palace hall, Wang Yan still couldn't come to his senses, and his love for Liu Li was boundless.
It's awesome. Thirty thousand, I usually hide it, but when I take action, I'll be the king...
Wang Yan had no intention of watching what was being played in the second act. He was still immersed in Liu Li's performance. He only roughly knew the plot. Emperor Yuan hosted a banquet for Hu Hanxie Shanyu, and the two parties experienced a series of conflicts.
The boys' performance was still good to watch, but the main dancers were a bit inferior.
Wang Yan didn't understand it, but he could feel it.
At the beginning of the third act, Wang Zhaojun, played by Liu Li, appeared again, put on a luxurious robe, and wore the golden crown of Princess Shanyu on her head, walking forward gracefully.
Wang Yan cheered up again and indulged in Liu Li's beauty.
The young lady is naughty, clever and full of life in life, but on stage, there is only one word that can describe her -
The light shines brightly.
Wang Yan was filled with joy and suddenly became very interested in dance drama. He felt that this artistic method could really bring a different kind of spiritual satisfaction.
Of course, the premise is that there must be a beautiful and excellent dancer like Liu Li.
Just as he was sighing, the plot developed to the point where Hu Hanxie fell in love with Wang Zhaojun at first sight. Hu Hanxie, who was wearing a big beard, suddenly stepped forward to dance.
Damn it!
Wang Yan was stunned and immediately acted out.
Bearded man, why are you touching my wife
In a pas de deux, physical contact is inevitable. Wang Yan had known that this would happen, and he thought it was completely understandable.
However, it was discovered when things came to pass...
MMP!
I may have become a lemon spirit, so sour!
To be fair, this pas de deux is super beautiful. Liu Li's core control is very strong. The various lifting movements are like walking in the air, full of graceful beauty. Newton's coffin board can hardly hold it down.
On the one hand, Wang Yan really appreciated it, but on the other hand, he couldn't restrain the sourness in his heart.
Suddenly, he remembered the question Liu Li asked the day before yesterday.
"Lin Weiwei and the others study the national standard. When it comes to line dancing, they cuddle with the boys every day for two or three hours. If you like Sister Weiwei, do you mind?"
30,000, love. You guys who study classical music also have pas de deux
Hezhe, are you just asking this for yourself? !
Wang Yan felt a little irritable, and for the first time he was not sure of his answer.
He calmed down, leaned back in his chair, and silently observed the interaction on the stage.
The costumes of classical dance are conservative and thick, not as hot and sexy as the national standard at all.
Liu Li's long skirt was double-layered and dragged all the way to the ground. There was also a pair of trousers tied to her ankles. The skirt danced like a fairy.
Specific to physical contact, there are not many movements such as lifting and hugging. The main idea is to use the unique implicit expression of classical dance to vividly show the beauty of love.
Most of the hugging movements are virtual, there is no physical contact, and they are very reserved and restrained.
It's just that Wang Yan is only 18 years old and has never seen a real dance drama. When he suddenly saw this scene, he was a bit shocked.
After a moment of gaffes, Wang Yan gradually began to learn to appreciate the interactions on stage with the harmonious beauty derived from true art.
It's just a matter of support, you are the only one who has a lot of trouble!
…
Then, just as the whole scene was about to end, Hu Hanxie squatted down like a tiger. Wang Zhaojun stepped on his knees, gently sat on his back, and looked up at the sky.
Damn, damn, damn!
Wang Yan was no longer calm, his heart was in a mess, and he even subconsciously used the beauty radar on Liu Li.
The first time I clicked on the special score to read the instructions, it clearly said "Zero Love Experience". I felt relieved and at the same time couldn't help but feel annoyed.
Dizzy, stupid dog, what are you doing? !
Childish or not? !
Stupid or not? !
What about the promised respect? !
Wang Yan knew he was wrong as soon as he finished doing it, and he regretted it very much.
He didn't want to use the excuse "I'm only 18 years old" to comfort himself at all. It was okay to lie to others, but it was quite boring to lie to himself.
Minding means minding, and looking away has nothing to do with age, but is a manifestation of an immature worldview, a weak mentality, and an overly possessive desire.
In fact, Wang Yan wasn't worried at all about whether Liu Li would fall in love with someone else or something. If it was so easy, it wouldn't be his turn at all.
The problem of worldview is not big. In his heart, Wang Yan can understand the rationality, legitimacy and necessity of this kind of contact.
The only thing is that he is too possessive and really has no choice.
So, now it's reason and emotion that are fighting.
Reasonably, I think this dance is really beautiful, and I shouldn’t look at it with such a narrow mind;
Emotionally, I feel a little awkward. I feel like only I can touch my girl.
It was precisely because of such a fierce conflict between the mind and the brain that he lost his mind at that moment and acted in such a childish and pretentious manner.
Now Wang Yan finally realized that although he was growing rapidly, in fact, he was not strong enough in all aspects and was still far from a mature man...
In reflection, the plot is still advancing scene by scene.
Wang Yan had never been able to bring up the interest to take a serious look at it until a certain moment.
Amidst the depressing soundtrack and dim lights, Wang Zhaojun slowly raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes crying as if complaining.
The moment the spotlight hit him, Liu Li's expression suddenly became vivid, and a touch of joy from the heart appeared on his face, just like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds and illuminating the whole world.
The soundtrack gradually became cheerful, and during the indulgent dance, Liu Li smiled sweeter and sweeter, her big bright eyes seemed to be shining, and joy bulingbuling rushed to her face.
Wang Yan felt that what he saw was not a dance, but a poem: a beautiful smile and beautiful eyes.
Even though he didn't understand the plot, Wang Yan's mood still improved, and his aunt laughed throughout the whole process.
After the whole dance ended, Aunt Wang sighed involuntarily.
call…
You can pull people in and stick with you just by using your expressions, eyes, and body language. What a powerful expression!
Wang Yan finally understood why Liu Li loved dancing so much. This girl was born for the stage.
Offstage, she is as shrewd as an elf.
On the stage, she is in full bloom.
If you want to fully possess her beauty, you must fully accept her silence and blooming.
…
The hour flew by.
After the play ended, Liu Li flew off the stage like a bird and rushed to Wang Yan.
"How's it going? Is the dance show interesting?"
What she wanted to ask about was not a dance drama, and Wang Yan knew it.
Praise was rolling around on the lips, but when it came out, it turned into a complaint after all, and even the habit of being cautious in speaking didn't stop it.
"You let other boys hug you, and you even sat on their backs!"
Wang Yan himself didn't realize that when he spoke, he unconsciously pursed his lips slightly.
Liu Li was startled, and seemed a little aggrieved at first, but when she saw Wang Yan's genuinely jealous look, she finally couldn't hold back her laughter.
She bit her lower lip gently, rolled her big eyes lively twice, suddenly slapped her hand, and smiled slyly.
"Let's do this. I allow you to hug other girls, Weiwei and Shishi. You can hug whoever you want. I promise not to be jealous. How about it, is it fair?!"
What kind of ridiculous conditions is this!
Is this still possible? !
Eh? !
Have I been tricked
Wang Yan suddenly realized that something was not right, and while he was thinking about it, a few distant shouts came from the stage.
"Liu Li, come here for a summary meeting!"
"Wow! Is that your little puppy? I'll bring it up later for everyone to see!"
"Hey, hey, can you please stop spreading dog food here? Don't you have an idea of how many singles there are on stage?!"
Liu Li turned around and shouted: "Right away!"
When he turned back, he raised his little face and stared at Wang Yan closely, but stopped talking.
"Woof woof..."
"what?"
…
Depend on!
How do you want to die for thirty thousand? !
Wang Yan groaned silently, rolled up his arms and sleeves, then turned around and left.
Uh, I'm at your home court today, so I'll save you some face for the time being, but I don't mean what I mean!
Liu Li stood on the stage, raising her head high, watching Wang Yan leave. She felt uneasy and uneasy, but mostly proud.
Dance is dance, I am me.
I'm never ambiguous.
I will give you the answer to the question you are worried about now!
(End of chapter)